Fiddleford is smoking outside. I can smell the burning material; the window is open. It is a rather calming scent.

Stanley is watching the Television. Stanford wasn’t entertained and the people annoyed him; he went downstairs, footsteps indicating he went in a very gruff manner.

The Twins will be home soon from their show. Due to Mabel’s Star, I have seen and acknowledged that things have been going well.

Dinner was already made, slabs of pork loin and salad. I have some time to myself, now.